Aeromancist, The Beginning (SECOND EDITION) - Charmaine Pauls Page 0,65
hot and searing, melting her on the spot.
“Then maybe like this.” He dipped a hand under the fabric to cup her breast, and flicked his thumb over the hard tip.
She shook her head again.
“No?” His voice was thick with desire, his accent like wine to her senses. “Decide.” He kneaded her breast. “Which was it? Fingers or palm?”
“None,” she said. “It wasn’t like that. He frightened me.”
He pulled his hand from her bra. “Why didn’t you call for me?”
“I didn’t know if he carried a weapon. I was worried about your safety.”
“My safety?” Something like fury flickered in his eyes. “You will never risk yourself like that again. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“If I’d told you at my parents’ house, what would you have done?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’d have taken him outside and broken his fingers. If he’d as much as brushed his lips against yours, I’d have cut them off. If he’d said one word to insult you, I’d have cut out his tongue.”
The frightening thing was that he wasn’t joking. This part wasn’t a game. She was more than aware of what Lann was capable of. “And you’re wondering why I didn’t say anything?”
Grabbing her face, he dragged her closer for a chaste kiss. “You should’ve said something.”
“I should’ve.” She averted her eyes. “Was it bad not to?”
“Very bad,” he said huskily, playing along. “Take off your clothes.”
She stalled, drawing her hand over his chest.
“It wasn’t a request, Katherine.”
She swallowed. He always knew what she needed. She unclipped the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor. She pushed her skirt and her panties over her hips, and kicked the fabric away before toeing off her shoes.
He took a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor in front of him. “On your knees, krasavitsa.”
Holding his gaze, she knelt on the cushion. He undid the buckle of his belt, and pulled it free from the loops in his waistband. The belt hit the rug with a soft clang.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said, popping the button on the waistband and pulling down the zipper. “I want you to always remember to who you belong.”
Threading his fingers through her hair, he brushed his cock over her lips. She wanted to wrap her tongue around the head and seduce him slowly so that she could taste every inch of him, but he had a different idea.
“Open,” he said with a gruff voice.
The moment she parted her lips, he speared inside and pumped with fast strokes. She moaned around him, her clit throbbing and swelling with need. He tasted wild. His groans gave her power.
“Look at me,” he said, cupping her head.
She lifted her gaze to his.
“So pretty,” he muttered with a tight jaw before pulling free from her mouth. Taking her elbows, he helped her up, turned her, and bent her over the back of the couch. “Spread your legs for me.”
The air surrounding them felt thicker as she obeyed, heavy like clouds with unshed rain. A brewing storm lashed around her. Every time they made love, she felt that foreign movement of air stronger than the last.
When he brushed his thumbs along her slit, she went on tiptoe to chase after the light caress. He teased her clit, massaging in slow circles. Just when she thought she’d go insane from need, the head of his cock nudged her folds. She arched her hips to take more, but he stilled her with a hand on her hip.
“Who am I?” he asked.
Her voice was hoarse. “My fiancé.”
He slipped an inch inside, creating a delicious stretch but too little friction. “Who are you?”
“Yours.”
He gave her another inch. “Which parts of you are mine?”
“Everything.” She moaned. “All of it.”
Tilting his hips, he reciprocated by giving her the everything he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He pulled almost all the way out, and pushed back slowly. “Who do you belong to, Katherine?”
“To you.”
Finally, he started moving, giving her the pace she needed. “Come for me.”
He grew even thicker inside her. Gripping her hip in one hand, he slipped the other down the front of her body and between her legs to roll her clit between his fingers. He drew her back against him as he pivoted his hips one last time before stilling. Her orgasm ripped through her as he came with a groan. He fell over her, catching his weight on his hands on the back of the sofa.